my house is being invaded by bats. or maybe it’s just a bat.

anyway, my mum witnessed a bat flying in each night, on two consecutive nights. she doesn’t know where the bat flies to, neither does she know if it’s the same bat.

the second night the bat turned up, i returned home to this piece of uplifting news. she told me the bat has been flying into my room and higher up to somewhere-god-knows-where in the house.

i freaked out and asked her how the heck am i supposed to sleep in peace when there’s a bat-dunno-where in the house. i even thought of sleeping on the living room couch. but since bats have you know, the funky sense of hearing so they don’t knock into anything i doubt they’ll want to attack me while i’m sleeping.

what do bats eat? am i keeping some bat food in my room unknowingly or what?

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i swear i’ll stop visiting the mister mint shop in the basement of jurong point (the first time i went they charged me enough to buy another pair of the ankle boots, to replace the insole and the outer soles). the stupid shop charged me an obscene amount of money for replacing an insole this time. since the insole is the type which can be removed if necessary and there’s the option to glue it to the shoe, i opted for it to be glued since i hate shoes with insoles that can move around.

when i reached home, i realised the glue was so freaking inferior that i could pull the insoles out already. the the glue smelled like those cheap glue anyway.

bloody bunch of cheats they are.